-- You insisted on tasting sriracha. You were not a fan. But you do love sweet potato kale tacos.

-- You danced with your little cousin Penelope. It was the sweetest thing ever.

This week, Noodlebug:

-- Your new-found independence retracted slightly and you wanted to be held, rocked, snuggled, worn by either mama or daddy a lot. The push-me-pull-you of toddlerhood.

-- Your favorite story (by far) lately is We're Going on a Bear Hunt. You almost have it memorized, clever baby. Favorite song, The North Wind Doth Blow.

-- You got a "boo boo" by clunking into the table but you wore your shiner with pride. You are a tough bug.

-- You continue to smoosh food in your hair at almost every meal, so your new hairstyle is a "top knot" and your head tends to smell like sunflower butter or tomato sauce or banana or cheese. I will probably tease you about this someday.

-- You climb onto the stool in the bathroom to "washa hands" several times a day. It's really cute.